She saw the Raven flying away 
With a wooden cross in his beak 
She had for the sins of our fathers to pay 
Though feeling so small and weak 

Heed my entreaties, divine spirits 
Soothe my pain 
Don't let me live, forest spirits 
In vain! 

And she forgot her Chistened name  [bad word] down her cheeks 
And couldn't find anyone to blame 
For the lost faith 

Hey, Master of Sorow, lull me to sleep 
And let me see a unicorn in my last trip 

The time has passed, her power's grown strong 
She knows the aim of her life 
But she's alone, alone for so long 
Became her [bad word] idol's wife 

Still she keeps that deceitful cross 
That once fell off her neck 
Under the tree, in dark green moss 
As a sacrifice